"There is a banquet in the Qiong Tower, and the Yaos are playing softly, what a poem!" Guo Jia looked at the two peach charms hanging outside the Qiong Tower, nodded slightly, and walked in.

Spring couplets, or couplets, have not yet flourished in this era, so they are naturally the result of Ma Qiang's plagiarism.

Entering the Qiong Tower, Guo Jia felt like he was almost drunk.

A strong aroma of wine went straight to his nose, mixed with the smell of rouge, which really made him want to stop.

"Guests, how many of you, could you please have a private room?" The waiter stepped forward and asked.

"As long as you can see the beauty!"

Perhaps because he was used to seeing a libertine like Guo Jia, or perhaps because of his professionalism, the waiter did not show any strange expression and led Guo Jia directly to a position where he could easily see the stage.

On the stage, the singing and dancing were going on, and the waiter handed Guo Jia a menu with pictures and pictures. When Guo Jia opened it and looked at it, his expression immediately froze.

“A pot of exquisite Red Star Erguotou made in the second year of Zhongping... You want 2,000 yuan??”

"We also know that the sales are cheap, so each person can only buy two pots, and there are only a hundred pots a day!" The waiter in the store looked like a shopkeeper who didn't understand business at all. Guo Jia swallowed the harmonious words in his mouth.

Got in.

Ma Qiang has always advocated making money from rich people, of course, because the poor in this era are really poor...

"Two pots of exquisite Erguotou, with five hundred yuan of dishes, go, go, go!"

Anyway, it was not his own money, so Guo Jia was very generous in spending it. As soon as he spent it, four thousand and five thousand were gone.

While eating and drinking, Guo Jia listened carefully to the conversations of people around him.

The food and drink here are both rich and expensive, which is much better than the pub where Guo Jia ate before.

"Have you heard? The Pingyuan Theater will start its performance tonight! It is said that the song and dance was written by Ma Pingyuan and several Pingyuan students. It is said that it is an unprecedented song and dance!"

"Prime Minister Ma has no literary name, but he can actually arrange songs and dances. Haha, I'm afraid he just has a name!"

....

"It's better to be in the plains. Wherever you can see singing and dancing in other counties in Qingzhou, they have become a mess!"

"Who says otherwise? I was transporting goods from Le'an to Pingyuan, and most of the road was lost. In this world, it is getting harder and harder to do business..."

...

"I heard that Leling killed another person recently?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down... Didn't Ma Pingyuan rescue many people from Luoyang? These people need to be resettled. Ma Pingyuan gave them land. Who knew that there were powerful people in Leling who didn't want to die, and actually persuaded those people to do it?

My own tenants, no, they were reported, and that clan killed more than 20 people, but we, the Prime Minister, are not afraid of killing people!"

"That's right! Didn't he come all the way from Youzhou?"

....

Guo Jia stayed in the Qiong Tower for several hours, heard a lot of the information he wanted, and almost spent all the money Xun Yu gave him, before he walked out of the Qiong Tower feeling drunk.

"Pingyuan Theater?" Guo Jia walked to the ticket booth and asked, but the tickets were long gone.

"Brother, do you want a ticket?" A man in short clothes came over and asked, "I have one here, it's not expensive, five hundred dollars a ticket for a second-class ticket!"

Guo Jia took a look at the fare list hanging outside. Isn’t the second-class ticket a hundred dollars?

Theater tickets are divided into four classes, A, B, C and D. The most expensive, Class A, costs a thousand dollars, and the cheapest, Class D, only costs ten dollars.

"How did you..."

"Brother, do you want me to love you? I also queued up all night to buy this, so I can earn some hard-earned money!"

"...Reasonable!!"

Guo Jia took out two money bills. In less than a year, more than half of the money had been spent.

The money was spent so fast that Guo Jia felt a little sick.

Guo Jia took the ticket and walked into the theater. He found that the theater was very large and could accommodate about a thousand people. The seats were in a ring surrounding a huge stage. The stage was covered with cloth so you couldn't see what was inside. The theater had a ceiling.

But what stunned Guo Jia was that the ceiling actually had a lot of transparent glass to let in the sunlight... Isn't this too luxurious?

"Everyone, hurry up and take your seats. Let me tell you the rules first. When the show starts, you are not allowed to make loud noises, and you are not allowed to throw money or objects on the stage. Otherwise, you will be kicked out of the theater. Okay, without further ado, today's program is "White"

Hairy Girl!!”

"White-haired girl? What's the allusion??" Guo Jia recalled the various books he had read in confusion, but he couldn't think of it.

As the curtain on the stage opened, a painting composed of several screens appeared in front of everyone.

On this screen, we can see mountains and villages in the distance, and a plain nearby. The plain is full of crops, and it seems that it is time for a good harvest.

"This painting is wonderful!" Guo Jia nodded slightly and praised.

A man dressed as a middle-aged farmer walked up from the left, holding a plow as if plowing a field while singing, "Clear flowing water, blue sky~A river of rice grains at the bottom of the mountain~The grains and grains can't be seen to the edge~The owner's house."

There are countless fields~”

At this time, the screen on the right was opened, and three people appeared. There was a screen behind the three people, but the painting was a gorgeous courtyard. One of the three people was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and enjoying the shoulders of the other two.

massage.

"The master lives in a high-rise building, the tenants come to harvest in the autumn, they bleed and sweat as horses and oxen, the old people break their waists, the children and grandchildren have muscles and bones, there is no end to such sufferings~~"

From the beginning, the strong contrast caught everyone's attention. This kind of picture can be seen everywhere in their lives, as if it is happening around them.

As the story unfolds, Guo Jia seems to have walked into the play. When Xi'er was forced by Huang Ren to pay the debt, Guo Jia, like everyone else around him, was filled with anger. When he saw Yang Bailao committing suicide by drinking salt brine,

When Xi'er was raped and turned into a human trafficker, Guo Jia really couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly, "How dare Huang Ren be called Ren? He is not a son of a human being and should be killed!"

"Yes~should be killed!!"

"Deserves to be killed!!"

"Quiet! Quiet!!" The person who had just come out quickly came out to stop everyone, and then asked the actors on the stage to continue.

Then, the drama unfolded when Dachun, who was engaged to Xi'er, became a refugee and was taken in by the Red Star Battalion. Then he joined the army and defeated the Yellow Turban Army. He followed Ma Qiang to his hometown in Pingyuan and followed Ma Qiang's instructions to return to his hometown.

While traveling through Qingtian, I heard the legend of the white-haired girl.

When Dachun worked hard to find Xi'er, who had turned into a white-haired girl, and hugged each other, and Huang Ren was beheaded by a public trial, and the fields were divided among the poor people, many people suddenly cheered and shouted happily,

It was as if they themselves had taken a breath of bad breath.

But Guo Jia also found that many people looked extremely ugly and even wanted to escape from here immediately.

Moreover, most of these ugly-looking people sat in the front, while those who shouted happily sat in the back.
Chapter completed!